KAT.VYDIDS POEMS.                   113
















             11 Bo0lPrIt.



A  SWEET song spoke to me one day,
     Behind a prayer that I)assed my way,
Yet neither would for me delay
      The upward flight.
I searched and found a footprint where
The song had tarried; but the prayer
Had left no trace on earth or air.

Straight from the heart it went to God
The sung remained to smooth the clod,
And lay a flower upon the sod.
      0, envied right !
If blut one song,, of mine could chase
Some sorrow from the heart and face
I know in Heaven 'twould find a place.